The Quiet Ones (Self-Expression in a Loud World)

Note: I’m having a nightmare today so I apologise to anyone who follows me on Facebook if they’ve already read this today. I’ve been asked to write a couple of posts a week for and this is my first post there. I wasn’t going to post it here but hey-ho. PS It’s a lovely sight to have a nosey at if you get the chance.
‘Shout it from the mountaintops,’ my father would say. ‘The loudest voice gets the biggest cheers,’ and other such clichéd propaganda. As for those who possess a loud voice and the desire to use it such things come easily. I, and many others, do not.
The world we live in has entered a time when, unfortunately, my father’s words ring truest. The bigmouths and braggarts ply their trades with almost unparalleled success and unrivalled monetary wealth. Talent does not come into it.
A quiet one does not need wealth although they appreciate its worth — probably more so than those who have it — instead finding value in the simpler things in life: words, art, music, even sport. They collect smiles, not dollars or pounds, happiness, not houses and cars. Yet the loud ones would dismiss their worth with jeers and jibes like schoolyard bullies or the tough who lived at the corner of every street that later died alone, drunk and mired in their own filthy ways. You know the ones I mean.
Of course there are times when we must declare our own value, our strengths and our joys, but like everything in life there are ways and means to do so. Garnering respect is so much better than claiming it as a given.
You, my dear reader, will probably have guessed that I am one of the quiet ones — in my case a worker of words. I stashed away years of writing for fear of being made fun of by everyone, and they would have, too. Time trickled by before I plucked up the courage to share my writing with others and I was very fortunate to find likeminded souls with which to do so though not all. I progressed through my chosen field as a runner might through races, an artist through galleries, or a singer through clubs to chart success. And how good the hard work feels when it pays off.
So what is this all about, I hear you shout? Well, simply this. I have been fortunate of late to have had the first in a trilogy of books I have spent three years working on, and still am, titled The Eternals, published. There is a certain validation in this. However, being actively encouraged and helped by blogland friends opened my eyes to a salient detail. When another quiet one, a young lady, who shall remain nameless, tried to help by posting my book on her own site without my knowing and asking people to like my Facebook author page, I was shocked by her kindness. I went to her site to see said posts and say some words of thanks. But she also stated there that I’d encouraged her to write herself when others hadn’t even if it in my own quiet way. This was touching. However, what followed was more so. The post below the one she’d written for me was an acceptance from a literary journal for a piece she had written. There is no amount of money that could’ve made me feel happier than I did reading that. A quiet one had been saved just as others had saved me.
So, in summary, know this. There are those who will tell you to shout the whatever from the rooftops and slam it in others faces. You could, or, you could just get on with doing what the loud ones said you couldn’t and taking a certain quiet satisfaction in knowing you aren’t alone.


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